Woo! This is a story involving a few characters from a movie called "Merlin: The Return", and I just want to say I love that movie! And besides, you gotta love Rik Mayall heh. He played Drop Dead Fred in "Drop Dead Fred" lol. Anywho, enjoy.

Disclaimer: Me no owney! Me no owney! Merlin: The Return characters belong to the movie people and any characters not in that movie belong to me unless otherwise noted! But by all means, if you want to use my characters (for whatever reason), just ask! ^ _ ^

Chapter 1: Remembrance And Greetings

"You cannot go!"

"But mom…!"

"No buts! You are staying in this house tonight and that's final!" The mother said, crossing her arms in front of her chest in an authoritative manner.

The sixteen year old girl turned on her heel in a huff, let out a howl of frustration and stomped her way upstairs to her room where she slammed the door and fell onto her bed facedown. She silently fumed to herself, thinking of all the escape plans she could use but would never try out for fear of what might happen if she were caught, aggravated that she couldn't go out with her friends to go bowling. She ended up watching a movie about some girl getting transported to another realm to save her baby brother, when a flash of light appeared from her ceiling. A strange man with long hair came falling out of the light, landing on her bed nearly scaring the daylights out of her, then the light disappeared, leaving her and the strange unknown man along in her bedroom.

She scrambled away from him and off the bed, taking a nervous defense position, when the man moved again, slightly groaning from the impact. She thought about screaming, but somehow knew it wouldn't be the wisest idea so she refrained from doing so and took to looking at him instead. He wore what looked like a gigantic nightdress under some kind of purple robe that slightly reflected the light, medallions or runes hanging from pieces of fabric at his shoulders and his wrists. He had long wavy brownish hair and as he stood up, she could make out a twisting tribal or Celtic dragon on the front of his nightdress or whatever it was. As the man brushed himself off, muttering the entire time, she took a step backward and looked around for something to use against him if he tried to attack her.

The man looked her way, stopped what he was doing, then smiled, "Why hello there, young miss." He was distinctly British, as far as she could tell from his accent, and she nearly bolted when she saw him take a step towards her. "And who might you be?" He asked gently, not at all fazed about what just happened.

She looked at him fearfully and sputtered, "My… My n-name is Delilah… Delilah Adams." She then gathered up a bit of courage and boldly asked, "And just who the hell do you think you are, falling into my room and scaring the daylights outta me?"

He seemed momentarily surprised, but soon recovered his smile, "Oh, do forgive me, madam… I am Merlin, chief counselor to King Arthur of Excalibur (sp?)." He bowed formally, the runes at his wrists touching the floor.

Delilah's mouth dropped open in shock, " You can't… you can't be THE Merlin, of Arthur's time! That's just a story! It's not real…"

Merlin looked at her, slightly perplexed, "I assure you, Miss Delilah, that it is no story, but indeed history." He then smiled, "And as you can see, I am very much real."

Delilah smiled as she remembered the dream she just had of her first meeting with that intelligent yet witty wizard known as Merlin. They had, shortly after their first meeting, become close friends, and they still were to this very day. Of course, years have passed since she last saw him return to his time and she was now 23, a young woman with everything she could hope for. She had a sturdy job, a medium sized 3 bedroom cottage on the skirts of the woods, a little black cat named Morgana, and a baby grand piano sitting in her spacious living room. And we most definitely couldn't forget her lovable Robin's Egg Blue Honda Civic. She wasn't beautiful, per say, but she wasn't ugly. She had enough good looks to get her many boyfriends, but she wasn't very vain about it. She was of medium build, standing about five-foot-six, with alarmingly natural blonde locks and vibrant emerald green eyes that were extremely expressive. All in all, she was a very pretty young woman.

Delilah currently lived in a small city in England, with a surrounding forest and it was quiet and peaceful, and the air clear and fresh. She was originally from the United States, but she decided to move here two years ago for her job, which was designing clothing for top brands.

This day happened to be a bad day for her, however. She had just lost her job; her boss tried to seduce her but she was unwilling to sleep with him. That and her last paycheck wasn't due until next week, leaving her with little money and bills to pay. She decided to go for a walk, to ease her troubled mind and automatically thought of the little park nearby within walking distance. She gathered up a few things she would need for such a leisurely stroll and put them in her gigantic burgundy messenger bag she always brought with her everywhere, and walked out the front door before going back in and grabbing her keys really quick.

She closed the door behind her, sighing deeply, thinking, 'I wonder if anyone's hiring,' while locking the door without looking. Then, out of the corner of her left eye, she spotted a very familiar flourish of purple velvet. She turned to investigate, and squealed in excitement, her face alighting with happiness as she dropped her bag and ran to a familiar shape. She giggled happily, "Merlin!"

Merlin smiled brightly, laughing while saying, "Hey!" He opened his arms wide, catching her as she jumped on him, hugging the life out of him like a small child would to her father, her arms and legs wrapped around his body. His arms closed around her and he twirled her around in happiness. He slowed to a stop and looked her in the eyes, his own twinkling merrily, the marking resembling his power slightly scrunched up between his raised eyebrows. His British accent felt so familiar as he asked, "How are you?"

She blinked, refusing to answer quite yet and hugged him fiercely once again, still hardly believing he was back after all this time. She closed her eyes, hoping over and over again that this wasn't a dream, smiling still, not letting go.

He rubbed her back gently and said in a softer tone, "What's wrong, dear?" She then pulled back to look at him, unshed tears glistening in her eyes as she sniffled, "I'm just so happy you're back, Merlin. I've missed you!" She saw him smile brightly once again and exclaimed, "Gods! I'm still kind of having trouble fully believing it!"

He chuckled and set her down on the ground, and said somewhat teasingly, "Well, I am here and you won't be rid of me for quite a while, I'm afraid." She laughed as he hoped she would, then he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her in for another hug, resting his head on top of hers. She reverently fingered the soft crushed purple velvet that made his outer robe, smiling at the familiar feeling, then buried her nose in his chest and took a deep breath. Gods, how she missed his unique smell. He smelled of earth, magic, and some unfamiliar yet familiar spice she couldn't quite put her finger on, and it comforted her to know he was indeed here, and was indeed staying for a while. Merlin then pulled back, and smiled once again, "Going somewhere?"

He pointed to her bag and she sighed softly, "Yeah… I was going to go for a stroll but I didn't know you were dropping in to say hi!" She patted his arm, smiling like a little girl again.

Merlin laughed and offered her his arm, "Shall we go then, milady?" She laughed and nodded, linking her arm through his, retrieved her bag then set off for the little park nearby.

Sooooo… whaddya think? Good, bad, so far? Lemme know! Reviews are greatly desired/needed! ^ _ ^

-Niffers